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thecapitol2014-03-04 02:26 pm
celebrityskinned) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-04 02:26 pm
Was It Worth All This War Just to Win? [OPEN]
WHO| Venus and open
WHAT| Venus reunites with old friends and hopefully meets new ones.
WHERE| Any restaurant in the Capitol, especially places with dessert, or the Training Center.
WHEN| A few days before the finale
WARNINGS| None yet.
She doesn't hold any hard feelings about having lost. She never does. She never quite intends to win, not really, finding it almost contradictory to putting on a good show at times. And death hardly fazes her when she came into her own as a mutant by ripping herself molecule from molecule. Furthermore, the weight of worrying abuot Enjolras has been somewhat lessened (he seems to have survived his first spell as a Mentor intact), and she finds herself feeling almost peppy. Getting back onto her medication is a bit rough, but the side effects are infinitely easier to hide when she isn't under the scrutiny of the Arena. Mostly, she just zones out when people are talking to her at times and has strange dreams about tendriled flowers blossoming out of her stomach.
What she does care about is making sure the people she cares about are taking this as well as she is, and that means slipping notes under their doors. Not wanting to impose - at least, not yet - she lets them set the time.
Find me when you're ready! -Venus
And she wears her swag, of course. Her goodie bag came with a scent like matchsticks and honey, which she finds an interesting choice, a bright pink lipstick and a fitted top with her name scrawled in glitter across the front. It's all a little obvious even by her standards, but a brand is a brand, and with her hair fastened in a little 'District 5' clip, she hits the town. Ever since getting tastebuds, she's been enamored with sugar, especially fruit, and she finds that she doesn't even have to use her ample kill money if she goes to a different shop every meal. Restaurateurs are happy for the free publicity that comes with serving a popular Tribute and give out samples with abandon.
She'd worry about her physique if she didn't spend so many hours at the Training Center. For most of the week she can alternately be found with her feet propped up in a cafe, sucking on spoons with a yogurt or smoothie in hand, catching up on Capitol news she missed while fighting for her life, or, clothing dampened with sweat, beating the hell out of a tackling dummy in the Training Center. She stops and waves at every Tribute she sees, even if she hasn't met them.
WHAT| Venus reunites with old friends and hopefully meets new ones.
WHERE| Any restaurant in the Capitol, especially places with dessert, or the Training Center.
WHEN| A few days before the finale
WARNINGS| None yet.
She doesn't hold any hard feelings about having lost. She never does. She never quite intends to win, not really, finding it almost contradictory to putting on a good show at times. And death hardly fazes her when she came into her own as a mutant by ripping herself molecule from molecule. Furthermore, the weight of worrying abuot Enjolras has been somewhat lessened (he seems to have survived his first spell as a Mentor intact), and she finds herself feeling almost peppy. Getting back onto her medication is a bit rough, but the side effects are infinitely easier to hide when she isn't under the scrutiny of the Arena. Mostly, she just zones out when people are talking to her at times and has strange dreams about tendriled flowers blossoming out of her stomach.
What she does care about is making sure the people she cares about are taking this as well as she is, and that means slipping notes under their doors. Not wanting to impose - at least, not yet - she lets them set the time.
Find me when you're ready! -Venus
And she wears her swag, of course. Her goodie bag came with a scent like matchsticks and honey, which she finds an interesting choice, a bright pink lipstick and a fitted top with her name scrawled in glitter across the front. It's all a little obvious even by her standards, but a brand is a brand, and with her hair fastened in a little 'District 5' clip, she hits the town. Ever since getting tastebuds, she's been enamored with sugar, especially fruit, and she finds that she doesn't even have to use her ample kill money if she goes to a different shop every meal. Restaurateurs are happy for the free publicity that comes with serving a popular Tribute and give out samples with abandon.
She'd worry about her physique if she didn't spend so many hours at the Training Center. For most of the week she can alternately be found with her feet propped up in a cafe, sucking on spoons with a yogurt or smoothie in hand, catching up on Capitol news she missed while fighting for her life, or, clothing dampened with sweat, beating the hell out of a tackling dummy in the Training Center. She stops and waves at every Tribute she sees, even if she hasn't met them.
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He takes the spoon from her, stirring the chicken a little more and then finally turning off the heat.
"Karkat needs to stay away from any and all situations ever, he is a disaster waiting to happen. I hardly believe we're related. I said it before, but it bears repeating."
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And she's quite happy to brush off the awkwardness of the prior conversation.